At The Intersection Of You and Me

The day I came in Manhattan
deliveries were done
trucks went by
busy about their business
while I reached a breathless state
commerce was conducted
tooting horns and a siren drowned out my sounds
the day I came in Manhattan
hunger clenched around steel
wet with want
calls were made
assignations confirmed
pleasantries exchanged
secrets and gossip were shared
amid the hubbub of chat
lattes were drunk
while lewdest acts passed unnoticed
– almost.